The Librarian
The librarian walked a dusty road.
Heading for the rodeo.
Her glasses on
The tip of her nose
And her hair curled in a bun.
She finally took a seat,
Barely taking the heat.
But in the mix
Of all these things
She was called out to the ring.
She climbed up on
The electronic bull
Hoping she could bare
Gravities great pull.
The bull tossed her,
And slung her to the dirt.
And forced the librarian
Back to her books.
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